Siren Whispers

Siren Song


Abandoned breaths

I stopped counting

the heartbeats

that raced on ahead of me


I’d see your name

we’d talk

or touch.

I thought that over time

I’d become inured

to your effect

yet here we are

and every time is like

the first time

the crackle of electricity

between us

growling louder

heat rising as

along with my reason

I’ve abandoned breaths

when you are near.


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He reads her

He reads her and wonders: Is it his name written between the lines?


Could he be the one, 

her eloquent distraction

the frisson along her spine

the fire within her

tangled sheets

the heat

between her thighs


Could he be the one,

the smile that appears 

when no one is looking

a secret she keeps

close to her


Is it his face haunting her dreams?


He reads her

and wonders

and wants it to be so


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Cover me with your sin


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Cover me with your sin

Fingers threaded through with mine

Held aloft

Pressed upon soft white sheets

Stark against flesh flushed pink

With arousal

With exertion


Cover me with your sin

As you crowd me with your intentions

To spoil

To sate

To initiate

Claiming every dark instinct as your own

As you pin me to the page

Writing your darkest prose

Seeing my response

Under your fingertips

A whorl of darkly inked curves and lines

Entwining with your own


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Of snow and ice

The sun dazzles, skipping

across the snow

windows frosted with ice

crystals, a frame for my eyes

the news blares of frozen doom

we remain bundled

furnace blasting

safety indoors

shadow of heat and smoke

from the chimney

dancing over unbroken snow

silent, bare trees

sentries immovable in the warmth

the sun, a pittance

a car travels down the street


the crunch of packed snow

breaking the silence, paralyzed

by the cold


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One thing


It was never just one thing

or one way

she loved

whether slow, a savoring taste

or urgent

an irrepressible hunger

every time her senses

came alive

wonder and passion

a palette to paint her days

mind, body, and soul speaking

at once

a language she was fluent in

she embraced all

the dark

the light

and in doing so

surrendered all

to the unknown

filled with the sense that she’d arrived

where she’d never been

but was already known


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Of wave and water

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He said her eyes were exceptional,

like her.

Beautiful and bewitching,

the kind that made you look

and look again,

only longer.

Eyes the color of the sea

when it’s a swirling mass

of wave and water,

the deep

churned up to reveal

what is below the surface.

Windows to her soul?


Maybe not.

But these eyes,

he knew,

were a tempest

framed by sooty lashes,

and he always loved a good storm.


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He finds she lingers

like woodsmoke on a winter’s night

a scent at once pleasing

pungent, with memories he pulls close

remembrance sinking its claws in

deep, hunger for another taste

taking hold

he awaits the rush of blood to his head

a feral assault on his senses

that will leave him aching


by the traces she leaves behind


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